Seventeen well you know what I mean, don't you?
A poor excuse for a human being
A pretty face that's so out of phase with you
Just out of place in this scene
What will you find
When you know your own mind?
I wish you well, my dear
I wish you well, have no fear
Your future self is here
And you're okay
Twenty one you're a
Smoking gun and you're
Pistol-whipped but you're having fun
Making noise, getting
Loud with the boys, and you
Just missed a date with your best friend Sigmund Freud
What will you find
When you know your own mind?
I wish you well, my dear
I wish you well, have no fear
Your future self is here
And you're okay
Now you're 24 and you don't know what's in
Store and you can't predict the direction your bound
And you keep on wanting more but you
Don't know what's behind that door so
You kick it down
Kick it down, my dear
Kick it down, have no fear
Your future self is here
And you're ok
I wish you well, my dear
I wish you well, have no fear
Your future self is here
And you're okay
You're okay